Hanging on a lunar tick
Sing a song a six pence
a buckle for your shoe
the colours in the life
there shining bright for you
me & every body
if your head is into the clouds
then bring me back a peace of the moon
pour it in my pocket
& brew a cup of rye for two
cozz theres nothing in this life
yes theres nothing in this life
we cant do
it aint wrong
no it aint wrong
to be lucky
or feel happy
when all around is blue
cozz all it takes a blink
all it takes a blink
all it takes is just one blink
and that tide
sweet moon tide
just one blink
could change on you.
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